Musica do Dia! =]

Vinda de uma taberna perdida no norte, sobrevivente das oscilações musicais do momento, essa banda se revelou pra mim de uma forma exorbitante! Muito de FUDER!
Eis um Celtic punk de qualidade e com historia pra contar! =D


Float
Flogging Molly

Drank away the rest of the day
Wonder what my liver'd say
Drink, that's all you can

Blackened days with their bigger gales
Blow in your parlor to discuss the day
Listen, that's all you can

But don't! No, don't sink the boat
that you build, you build to keep afloat.
No, don't! No, don't sink the boat
that you built...

Sick and tired of what to say
No one listens anyway
Sing, that's all you can

Ramblin' years of lousy luck
You miss the smell of burnin' turf
Dream, that's all you can

But don't! No, don't sink the boat
that you build, you build to keep afloat.
No, don't! No, don't sink the boat
that you built... That you built to keep afloat.

Singled out for who you are
Takes all types to judge a man
Feel, that's all you can

Filthy suits with bigot ears
Hide behind their own worst fears
Live, that's all you can
It's all you can,
It's all you can do.

No matter where I put my head
I'll wake up feeling sound again
Breath, it's all you can

Tomorrow smells of less decay
The flowers greet this bloomin' fray
Be thankful, that's all you can

But don't, don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep alfoat.
And, no, don't! No, don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat.
And, no, don't! No, don't sink the boat
that you built, that you built to keep afloat.

A ripe old age
A ripe old age
I'm a ripe old age
That's what I am

I'm a ripe old age
A ripe old age
A ripe old age
Just doin' the best I can

A ripe old age
A ripe old age
A ripe old age
That's what I am

A ripe old age
A ripe old age
A ripe old age
Just doin' the best I can, hey!
The best I can




Link da musica: Flogging Molly - Float.mp3